Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
New Order,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.